Live Surgical Broadcast

Chapter 2: The Real Pinnacle of One's Career

Translated by Jacey

What? System?

Zheng Ren's mind was filled with questions.

Although he had been single, he never drank or went to the nightclubs. Usually, work was busy, and there was little leisure time, save for reading online novels.

But he never thought that one day, fiction would become a reality.

In his daze, the cold mechanical voice returned to his ear.

[Hosts gets beginner's benefits – Peak Experience, 30 minutes]

Zheng Ren, after all, was an avid reader, and thus, had a high acceptance of the reality of this system.

At this moment, standing in the position of the sole surgeon, he was confronted with one of the most challenging procedures in general surgery. What could he do to increase the chances of a successful procedure?

After all, how could he not try and leave the patient to face death and? If that' happened, what kind of doctor would that be?

Zheng Ren instantly made up his mind to utilize the system. Without communicating with the system, a bright white light flashed.

When he regained his vision, he suddenly found his hands moving on their own.

His fingers were deft and precise, holding a pair of curved scissors. Separating the attached tissue of the pancreatic tumor with the blunt edge, and occasionally snipping away the tissue with the sharp end when it encountered tougher tissue.

Was he dreaming?

He attempted to regain control of his hands, but he to his surprise, it did not respond!

Zheng Ren felt like a fully paralyzed patient, losing complete control over his four limbs.

His limbs became machines, precise and rigorized, carrying out the procedure!

Am I under the system's control? Is this what the fantasy novels meant by being controlled? And you're the one who has lost control?

Before long, will my consciousness fade away?

As a series of questions surfaced in Zheng Ren's mind, cold beads of sweat formed on his neck, sending him into a quagmire, unable to escape.

[Please note that you can't control your limbs during the 30-minute peak. Due to the host's emotional overdrive and hormonal environment, temporary sedation is given]

Once again, the mechanical synthesis of the system rang in his head.

Soon, Zheng Ren Cheng calmed down.

[Please cherish the opportunity of the peak experience. Note that this will only happen. Repeat; this opportunity is only once.]

Soon, he realized, if he was the surgeon performing the procedure, everyone could see him! This was what he always dreamt of while standing behind the scenes.

Of course, the surgical field of view is mainly for the pract.i.tioners, and those who study the operation from a third-part view would never have the chance to see an operation from the surgeon's perspective.

Now, a golden opportunity presented itself in-front of Zheng Ren.

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The ten-thousand seat auditorium was in an uproar.

The live operation was smooth, and the high-resolution projection showed Professor Ichiro's superb surgical skills from all angles.

Arguably, the doctors were incredibly dedicated and perfect.

But Professor Ichiro and several a.s.sistants suddenly left the operating table.

Only one person was left standing on the operating table, and there was no blood on his gloves.

What the h.e.l.l happened in the Operating Room? Why isn't anyone helping the new surgeon?

From the perspective of the live broadcast, there was no earthquake.

So more than 10 000 people in the room were too surprised to understand such a bizarre move.

In the medical community, this kind of situation rarely occurred. If the operation was too difficult, and beyond expectations, the surgeon would make a tiny incision, to take a look at the organs. Clinically, this would be called laparoscopy.

Although the change in the condition was more than expected, Professor Ichiro's surgery was very smooth, so why did he give up?

This was preposterous!

This was irresponsible! This was playing with lives!

As Zheng Ren, resumed surgery, the noise grew a little louder.

“Aren't you going to close the patient's stomach? How could he continue the operation?”

“Is it possible that there is no a.s.sistant for such a large operation?”

“It's crazy to practice with patient lives.”

“What happened to Haicheng City Hospital! This is a disgrace!” The professor from Tidu snarled.

When the hands began the surgery, countless doctors were stunned, and all of them criticized Zheng Ren.

They all wanted to see a beautiful demonstration of pancreaticoduodenectomy, but little did they expect accidents to happen.

But the criticism quickly died out and turned into a pent-up cry of amazement.

Eight high-definition projectors were showing a live view of the procedure, with every single minute detail in front of the doctors.

“How could scissors be used?”

“How could he use fingers to perform blunt dissection. Is he not afraid of accidentally tearing the pancreas as well?”

“How did he find the blood vessels supporting the abnormally growing tumour?”

One question after another was raised in the auditorium.

No one answered, and even those who asked themselves in doubt remained silent.

One person, without an a.s.sistant, with the help of only one appliance nurse, was able to operate faster than Professor Ichiro.

The people watched in wonder, while Zheng Ren skillfully performed the surgery.

Even the head of surgery at a county-level hospital did not perform a combined pancreatoduodenectomy; it could be said that the surgeon who was currently performing the procedure was the best of the best, with an indescribable understanding of the human anatomy.

Professor Ichiro's level, which had been so impressive, did not seem to have reached his level.

No, not as great as he was. The gap between Zheng Ren and Professor Ichiro was an entire level.

The entire hall was in utter silence.

A few minutes later, the tumor had been removed down to the lower lumen vein.

This was the most critical part. The lower lumen vein was about 3 cm thick, and it was less elastic than an artery. If the lower cavity vein was damaged while the tumour was removed, it was irreversible.

The patient would bleed profusely and die on the operating table.

In general, when this happened, the surgeon would choose to give up, express their regret and inform the patient's family that they tried their best.

The hands-on the projection refused to stop, and the pair of scissors started to free the lower vencava from outer mucosa.

The professor from Tidu stood up and could not believe his eyes. Although his vision was clear, he took a few steps forward.

“No way, the outer mucosa of the lower vencava requires special equipment, how can blunt scissors do that?”

“He's done…”

“It's impossible!”

The old professor, either because of nervousness or too engrossed, trembled and started mumbling to himself.

Compendious and precise, he carried out anastomosis and cleaning of lymph nodes perfectly.

Twenty-six minutes in, the surgery ended. Warm saline washed the abdomen, and Zheng Ren started closing the wound. Those hands didn't even check for any open bleeding wounds. It was as if they had unlimited confidence in themselves, and there were no mistakes.

29 minutes in, the abdominal closure signaled the end of surgery.

The old professor from Tidu stood stupefied the front of the screen as his hands quivered and sweated profusely.

Even though the surgery only lasted for half an hour, watching the 30 min procedure used up all his energy

He was an expert in liver, gallbladder and pancreas surgery in China, so he understood what he just saw.

What he couldn't do, what Professor Ichiro couldn't do, no one else could do, and yet, such a perfect procedure was presented before him.

This was inconceivable!

Translator's note:

[1] Professor Senyu Ichiro has been shortened to Professor Ichiro